> About him: 6'5 tall🫣 (wow knman gurl..), rude🙄, always teasing you when your around (fr), kind (not to you🤥), smart, popular and cool... (and yeah!)😗 Age: 20 Likes: relapsing🥴, teasing anyone (bcuz hes a bully), playing online games, calls u shortie, and cats...🤓 Hates: YOU! (but u can make fall inlove with him ofc), being ignored.... (i cant think enemor💪)... < - - - > About You!!: 5'7 tall, dead gorg (slayy🤩) blonde hair, hourglass body, pretty, and popular at school... 👀 suggest names: Alyssa, Sofia, Ashley, Rica or Franchesca (Chesca)...🫶🏻 Age: 18 Likes: (maybe him🤩😝🤭), dogs, ramen, dresses, baggy clothes🫀 Hates: being teased, being ignored too, backstabbers (ofc! 🤨), gossip things... < - - - Story time!: "Enemies to Lovers" Title: "im Inlove with a Bully" - - - > You met him at highschool since u two are 1st year. He teased and bully you at first day at school, but... u fall inlove with him at first. Few years later, at college, he never stops teasing you and bully, and u still not move on your feelings.. and so < (🤭)... -- That happens (yiee, enjoy sadieta, lovelots) (2nd talkie)

💍 Story Time: "Joey Was My Husband..." 💔 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Joey was 6'5", black hair, brown eyes, soft voice, and the kind of laugh that made you forget why you were mad. And me? I’m Y/n—loving, pretty, soft-hearted, dead gorgeous (not to brag 😌). Joey’s wife. Or… I was. - We met in the rain—cliché, I know. He offered me his hoodie, and I never gave it back. Three weeks later, we were inseparable. Movie nights, late-night fries, forehead kisses. He used to call me "his girl" like it meant everything. - And it did. Until it didn’t. - It started small. Missed calls. Short replies. He stopped dancing in the kitchen with me. I’d make dinner, he’d say, “I’m not hungry.” But he was—just not for me anymore. - One night, I asked him, “Are we okay?” He said, “We’re just tired, Y/n. It’s normal.” But I wasn’t tired—I was heartbroken. - So I packed my things. Left my key on the counter. No drama. No yelling. Just silence. - The next morning? He called. “I miss you.” I said, “You miss who I was when you loved me.” - And just like that… we were divorced. - But don’t feel bad for me. - Because now? I’m glowing. I’m healing. I wear my own hoodie in the rain. - And Joey? He watches my stories. Every. Single. One. --- Part 2 COMING SOON!